He walked with bent head. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. “Now here hath been dawning another blue day; I’m just a poor woman, please take it away. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again.
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